I finally delete our old texts and photos,
Because why am I trying to save memories?
I'm trying to save all the little things you told me as if I have any reason to remember them.
It doesn't matter how much I knew you.
I'm never going to tell you how I remember you wearing a blue Hollister shirt on our first date.
I don't need to recall our inside jokes when no one else will find humor in them.
I'm doing what you did so easily months ago:
I'm letting go.
You've told me with your words and your actions:
You're not coming back.